persistent negativity and scarves

I was made shattered. A ruined soul now exists where a whole person once was. I break plates and glasses, smashing them for release; The fractured pieces litter the floor and I can’t help but relate to each broken fragment.

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me: neglects this blog a lot

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Rolling hues, a scoff came from the wolf. “If you’re not going to tell me, then I’m going to leave. All you’re doing right now is wasting my time.”

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“Yeah, that was kind of the point. You know... if Derek’s here then he’s not interfering with what’s happening there.” 

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               shaun only leaves the music on as long as it takes to unpack the kitchen and move the labeled boxes into their proper homes. he feels no need to close the doors; there’s no one else around besides him and the gun his father had left him provides any security he might need.

                they may be a little distanced but shaun still puts three pictures up above the fireplace: a family picture from when his mother was alive (before she got sick), a picture of him, stiles and the sheriff at high school graduation and a drunk selfie of him and stiles at some party the year before. he doubts his brother will come up to visit him so he keeps them close.

               he looks around with a sigh before grabbing his notebook and pen, settling down on the front steps. shaun looks out over the clearing circling the small house and breathes deep the autumn air. he opens his notebook and starts making a list of what he’d need to get the next time he went into town. 

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              his canine ears pick up the finer details of the music, the threads of sound that weave treble and bass together. the last time he’d listened to music was when he wandered too close to a side of the forest where a road cut through the trees and a lone driver had cruised, windows down blasting sound from his car. 

              he tires of it quickly and lets his attention drift until his eyes slip closed. you are isaac, he reminds himself one last time before he sleeps. some wolves forget who they are and they don’t find their way back to themselves. they become feral. that has never been a goal for isaac. 

              he jolts awake a while longer and the music is gone. he shakes himself, and rises stretching himself out with a yawn. gold eyes scan the area around him and he remembers the boy, the boy who is sitting on the steps, who can see him now if he’d only just look up. a quiet growl rumbles and perches in his throat, but he does not release it and carefully turns to leave. he owes the boy nothing after all. it is his territory. he needs not present himself to another and declare his presence. not until he wants to. 

              all the same, if the boy sees, so be it. 

                                 @heartveined

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‘ i’m sure you could make almost anything look good. ’  

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he lifts a brow, interest piqued. two could play at that game.  “what about nothing. would i make nothing look good?”

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‘ and here i thought you were just being fashionable. ’  

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“me? fashionable? ha. sounds like a lie.” 

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Rolls hues at the others remark, a look was given to him. “I’ll ‘chill’ when I figure out what is that you want.”

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“is that right? i thought you uh... what was it?” he raises his hands and crooks his fingers in some semblance of airquotes, “‘weren’t interested’.”

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@offershope:

“You look sad. What’s going on? You wanna talk about it? Want some coffee? Wanna hug it out?”

“wh--? i’m not. this is just my face. i’m not -- no, i don’t do the... hugging thing.”

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“I’m really not interested in whatever it is you want.”

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“ugh, i forgot how high strung you were. how far up your ass is that stick again? you need to chill out, der.”

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“ha no. the scarf’s so i can strangle you with it if you keep running your mouth. or you know myself.”

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@fvgitivebeta   ————   ○○○

      “i didn’t ask for your opinion.” malia’s brow lowers and her eyes narrow, her hands stilling at her sides and voice full of ice-cold steel. “so you can shut the hell up, okay? it’s none of your business, what i did to the desert wolf, anyway.”

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     “well -- i’m asking for yours so quit your complaining.” he shakes his head, leans back in his seat and regards her with that seem even annoyed half-glare. “aw, but we’re friends -- sort of friends -- we run in the same circles. you can’t even sate my curiosity a little bit?”

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                    he  doesn’t  like  talking  about  it,  he  wouldn’t  talk  to  a  stranger  about  what  happened  either,  not  in  any  great  detail,  at  least.    ❛    he  helped  take  away  someone  special  to  me  &  he  wouldn’t  tell  me  where  i  could  find  her,  &  i  don’t  know  if  she’s  okay  or  not  &  it’s  not  exactly  helping  me.   ❜

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                   “well you probably could have tortured it out of him. if that’s your thing, i mean. i know that makes some people squeamish. but by the same vein you did just...” he gestures and makes a stabbing motion. “and the suggestion probably would have been more helpful before the guy died.” 

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          “ aren’t they CUTE? “ allison chuckles, a dreamy expression MOCKINGLY decorating her features. “ everything is so bright and beautiful and perfect. “ a dry laugh escapes pink dusted lips and the raven haired girl rolls her eyes, looking at the other. “ pathetic. WHY are they still alive again? “

               “because they haven’t tripped over their own feet yet. it makes me gag a little.” he leans back turns to let his eyes rest on her. “oh be patient, ally. go in and knock them all down at once, what’s the fun in that? don’t you wanna watch them tear themselves apart over the things we do to them?” 

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          “and i’m not going to let you use them against me… i’m stronger than that now. maybe you can PHYSICALLY hurt me, but never emotionally. i don’t give two shits about you. you aren’t my isaac.”

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           “you don’t even have an isaac, erica. not me and not the one that you think you know either. i don’t have to do anything at all. you’ll just crumble all on your own.” 

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                   ❛    GOOD.  that  guy  deserved  it  anyways.   ❜ 

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          “yeah, i believe you.” not a chance. this guy is shady as all hell “so what’d he do?”

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                    ❛    y’didn’t  see  ANYTHING.  c a p e e s h  ?     ❜

@fvgitivebeta  //  because  you  followed. 

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          “...”  “sure thing. you got it buddy.” 

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It’s Lahey. Isaac Lahey. (insp)

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          “do you really think your words mean anything to me?? you can’t hurt me by saying that. you can’t hurt me at all.”

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          “they’re not my words. they’re yours. just because i’m the one who’s saying them. doesn’t mean they aren’t your words. and uh, you know you’re wrong. i could hurt you.”